Dearest Diary

Dearest diary, forgive my apathy 
For life stole my pen 
With material as a weapon.

I stood alone whirling in my mind 
For you my only shine.

I found riches of soul, or so I thought 
A cluster of bereft floury opulence vouched by villainous me 
A tree, not yet seen 
I found memories of Achilles’ heel, an odious and vile Zeno 
A notion never forgot.

I found addictive paths, ending in cul-de-sacs’ 
I found rain, and tears, unattainable dreams 
I found debility’s laconic rouse 
An endless suffix for lies 
The trance, which vivified luscious ardor 
A sign of liberation 
A battle for salvation,

A sigh of relief…

I found belief

I found perfection in design 
A scheme of abundant laws 
A long for loneliness 
A desire for demise!

Then, you

Behind innovation 
Across the seas of didactic starvation 
My lust for notation 
My safe, so safe haven